Steve's looking at his phone, and it takes long enough that she almost asks something wrong? Not that there seems to be, exactly. He's not calling anybody back, not shushing her to take a message, and there's no frown crawling across his forehead or creasing around his mouth.

Still, it's almost enough to set of the first of a series of alarms always primed and ready to go, until he looks up, flicks on a smile like he hit a switch, and it could be like nothing happened at all.

Weird, though.

Well, maybe not. He might be expecting a call from Chin, about Malia, especially if he's planning to go in and see them later today, or thinking that shit's going to hit the fan even further this weekend, just to see how far he can be pushed.

She's pretty glad there doesn't seem to be anything, really.

"And it was a great idea," she reminds him, shaking a triumphant sunbeam of a smile across her lips. "And my tote is hardly a 'whole bag,' it's just got some odds and ends. Why bother bringing my own when I can borrow yours?"